CONFESSION ZERO

This is Heavenly Home, Dorothy! You are upon it, why seek a wizard of Oz beyond it? Because who knows what lies beyond our scope? All animals think. They are born to do so for whatever reason present or beyond. I thought I'd stick with the truth of Home, with Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter. O! Kind spirits do not imagine another as less, not even of your Home, temporary in the flesh as it may be... (Silence...) Home is where the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH are. They exist as one. I am Home now. As I move among you, so few of you in body and mind, but so many of the collective loving spirits, I find my self most prepared for the truth, whatever it might be. O. God help me I'm in Heaven... If not "your" Heaven, then at the least a most Heavenly Home is before me, why else would I have been given a mind if not to think? Damn.This is very personal. This is the sacrifice for my indifference to Life, for my lackluster loving, my blindness and rage,my se...

A tree with healthy roots will flourish, a tree without, will wither and die. The same may be said of anything. The root is the soul of the tree, the root is the heart of the flower, the rain, the life spring of the river, the source, the breathing core of civilization. When we confront the knowledge  of this with the root of ourselves  we realize there is no alternative  but to strengthen blood's derivation  so that we might grow out of our seeking. Our source is humanity. Humankind, we are the root. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I've felt as if I were operating outside of my self, outside of reality, for most of my life, or, should I say, for all of this life that I can recall… Am I not supposed to be writing legibly? Am I supposed to be writing something that will summon fear of my words instead of Peace and Love? Well, my head is upside down, so I’m writing as me for love, for peace. My toughest opponent has been the fearful spirit, now  Love and peace feel like instinct, routine. (Careful, Scribe, there’s nothing routine about Creation.) I beg to differ, kind spirit. The unexpected routine is the most intriguing part of its genius. (How can the “unexpected” be given routine's status when it is a part of that which cannot be known?) But I speak of the one thing that is most knowable to humankind, the (H)eartH. The (H)eartH is, I suspect our only true known. (Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though t...